Believing He hears us when we speak
Whether aloud, muttering in brink
Life is an Ocean, so float or sink.
Note; we are all to death, a fink
Sets of computers, with varying kinks;
Aren’t you freaked out by such tricks?
I hope it is yes, because life is a jink
Captivating like Webfoot’s mink
I am me, eyes of me, several blinks.
Loosing my nerves, while I think
Ocean’s colors, pathways and link
Do you too see beyond the pink?
Exploring, my brain attempts to shake
These dead ends, are firewalls I think
Setting a limitation with my inks
Drawing and writing, all I think
But when I paint, I fall to my dink
Wondering about the water I drink.
Should the world, crash and shrink
Or burn and turn to void, a staking rink
Will all wonders and mystries just wink
And fade away like it never blinked
I hope these Firewalls falls or leaks
So I can visualize the things you think.